SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Mika pulled back and Charlotte stumbled, dazed, her lips swollen, her entire body trembling like a leaf.

But Mika didn't stop there as his hands lower, gripping both of their butts firmly. They gasped in unison, shrieking softly at the sudden squeeze, before he smirked, his eyes locked on theirs.

"What I wanted to say…" His voice rang out, steady and calm, as if the entire crowd wasn't watching. "...is that I love you. Both of you. You are my precious family. Even if I was distant before, even if I failed to show it...I loved you then, and I love you now. That won't ever change."

He squeezed their asses tighter, making them both gasp again.

"But what about you? Do you love me?"

Anya's eyes welled with emotion, her voice fervent as she pressed herself closer. And even though she had clue about what was going on and was utterly confused—hearing Mika ask such a question, the words just naturally came out of her mouth.

"Mika, I...I know shouldn't say this, but I love you more than anyone. More than my own mother, even. You're my world, my god, my everything. I'd give up anything for you, do anything for you. I love you so much it hurts."

Her voice trembled, her devotion laid bare.

Charlotte, still catching her breath, nodded vigorously, not wanting to lose out to her sister.

"I love you too, Mika! I always have, even when you were all cold and distant. You're...you're my safe place, my hero. I'd fight anyone for you, even Anya!" She shot her sister a playful glare, then softened. "I love you with everything I've got."

Mika's smile widened, his heart swelling at their words. He squeezed their butts again, making them squeak, and leaned in, his voice firm but warm.

"Good. That's what I wanted to hear. Because you're both my women, my women, and only mine...Got that?"

Anya's eyes lit up, her voice breathless with joy.

"Yes, Mika! I'm yours, only yours. No one else could ever compare. I belong to you, body and soul, forever." She pressed herself closer, her hands clutching his shirt. "I'll be your woman, your everything, for as long as I live. No one else will ever touch me, not when I have you."

Charlotte nodded eagerly, her voice equally fervent.

"M-Me too, Mika! I'm your woman, always. I don't care about anyone else, you're all I need. I'll be by your side, fighting for you, loving you, no matter what." She leaned into him, her eyes shining. "You're mine, and I'm yours, forever and ever."

Mika's smile was victorious, his plan taking root as he saw the spark of understanding in their eyes.

"Good." He said, releasing them gently, though his hands lingered for a moment. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear...Now go on now you don't want to keep your friends waiting."

But even after Mika told them to go, neither Anya nor Charlotte moved.

They stood there frozen, still flushed from the intensity of what had just happened. Their breaths were shallow, their eyes glazed with wonder as they stared at each other, utterly dazed.

Their minds scrambled to piece together what had just unfolded.

Both of them had long known, of course, that Mika wasn't intimate with only one of them. He had always been involved with all the sisters in one way or another.

It was inevitable—he was the one who calmed their Venus Complexes, the one who dealt with the urges that no one else could handle. They knew, their mothers knew. It wasn't exactly a secret.

And though neither Anya nor Charlotte particularly liked the idea of Mika being intimate with the others, they had both learned to push that thought away.

It was easier to ignore because it all happened behind closed doors, away from watchful eyes. Mika had always been careful, never public, never passionate with more than one person at the same time.

But today, he'd completely changed the script.

Right in front of everyone, he had kissed both of them with deep, passionate hunger. His tongue explored their mouths openly, shamelessly.

He'd pulled them close, groped their butts with possessive hands while dozens of eyes watched.

He had declared, in the most blatant and physical way possible, that they were both his women, at the same time.

It was like a challenge, a claim, a statement for the world to see: They're mine. Both of them. What will you do about it?

It left them reeling. For as long as they could remember, they had both believed only one of them would win Mika's heart in the end. One sister would stand at his side, the others would be left behind.

Sharing him had never once crossed their minds, they both wanted him for themselves.

And yet, as his kisses burned on their lips and the echo of his words lingered—

"You're my women. Both of you."

—they didn't feel anger. They didn't recoil. If anything, something inside them loosened. A tiny spark of acceptance they never expected to feel.

The thought of sharing him didn't seem so unbearable. For the first time, the idea of being together with him and each other...didn't make them uncomfortable. It made them confused. Intrigued.

Speculations swirled wildly in their heads.

Was he hinting at something more?

Was this his way of saying that neither of us has to lose?

That both of us have a place by his side?

They were so lost in thought, so utterly overwhelmed, that they simply stood there like statues, two beautiful girls staring at each other with dreamy, unfocused eyes, their faces still flushed red.

Mika glanced at them and sighed quietly. "They're stuck in a daze." He muttered.

He then turned to the two groups, both sets of girls still flushed and fidgeting from the public display they had just witnessed.

"You should probably take them away." He said dryly. "Before they stand here all day."

The girls all jumped slightly, snapping out of their own dazes. "Y-Yes!" Several voices answered at once, before quickly hurrying over.

They gently grabbed onto Anya and Charlotte, who moved like stunned zombies, allowing themselves to be guided, and began leading them away slowly.

Both sisters let themselves be pulled, still casting confused, dreamy glances back at Mika as they disappeared down the corridor, their minds looping his words and kisses over and over.

Meanwhile, Mika watched them go with a small, knowing smile. His move had landed exactly the way he wanted, it left them shaken, uncertain, but not resistant. The first step had been made.

Feeling satisfied, he turned his attention to Maria. Her expression was unreadable, but he knew her well enough to guess that after witnessing a scene like that, curiosity would be gnawing at her.

So he slipped his hand over her shoulder and leaned in with a conspiratorial grin.

"I know what you're thinking." He murmured. "You saw all that, and now you want to know exactly what's going on, right? Let me explain—"

Before he could get another word out, Maria pushed him away, her voice as cold as her stare.

"I don't care about whatever weird game you're playing. Honestly, you looked like some exhibitionist trying to turn people on with that little show...If that's what you're into, keep me out of it."

She crossed her arms and glared at him.

"What I care about is lunch. You made me waste time watching all that, and now everything good in the cafeteria's gone. You'd better make it up to me."

Mika only laughed softly at her reaction and stepped right back into her space, draping his arm over her shoulder again. This time, she didn't shove him off.

"Relax, relax." He said. "You're in luck. I actually brought a lunchbox today, prepared by none other than Yelena, the Blade Maiden herself. It's packed with the good stuff. I'll share it with you."

Maria's cold demeanor cracked immediately; her eyes lit up with intrigue. "Lady Yelena made it herself?"

"Yup." Mika smirked. "And instead of just eating it, we could auction off part of it at the cafeteria. Do you know how many students would line up for even a bite of her cooking? We'd make a fortune."

Maria tilted her head, the beginnings of a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

"Not bad. We eat most of it, then auction off the last bit to those desperate rich kids. Watching them fight over scraps of food would be fun."

"Exactly." Mika chuckled. "We'll eat ninety percent first. Then we'll let them beg for the last ten. It'll be like watching peasants grovel before royalty."

"Now that's what I like to hear." Maria leaned closer, eyes glinting. "And if it's someone annoying, someone who's crossed us before, we could even spit in it and watch them eat it with a smile."

"No, Maria." Mika shook his head with exaggerated seriousness. "If they eat food with your spit in it, that's not a punishment...That's a reward."

Hearing this absurd statement, she stared at him in disbelief before sighing and resting her head briefly against his shoulder. "What am I going to do with a pervert like you?"

He only laughed, and together they started walking toward the cafeteria—not realising the scraps that they were going to sell were going to be bought at a price that could even but a decent-sized house.